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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glo Gang Entertainment
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quenten Cortez Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TtheCartel
Producer
HonchoJue
Producer
Lyrics
(T The Cartel)
Whole lotta Groove Gang shit
(Ayy Honcho turn this mo-)
Ayy
Chasin' a dream, at the same time I was clutchin' them things
Slam on his ass, flee the scene
Big homie too so I try my best not to mislead
My folks dependin' on me
Lil' brother asked why they sleepin' on me
Got that heat when I sleep, I'm low down when I creep
Why would I go for the bitch?
She ain't benefit me, 'cause you fuck all them ho's you ain't P
H is for Hoover, and C is for Criminal
It don't stand for Crip when I throw up that C
G is for gang, we screamin' "Groove Gang"
We gone bang on his ass if he disrespect G
Blick on his ass if he disrespect me
Up that stick on his ass, "Bitch get down on yo' knees"
These **** cappin' like they really street
I'ma take it to trial I ain't coppin' no plea
I ain't squashin' no beef, yeah
I never changed on my gang, why they plottin' on me?
Say they was real but got rotten on me, drink in my cup with that forty on me
Shoot up the club if you throw water on me, all that water on me, yeah
I might beat on that bitch, no Muhammad Ali
Snuck in the club with that Llama on me
I'm a vet with that tool handymanned it, high as fuck, where I'm landin'?
**** be bitches, why they do all that dancin'?
Hood ****, but I'm fancy, high as fuck off the Xannies
He better move right, so that boy better not panic
Quick to burn a fuck ****, on my mammy
Shootin' craps at the trap it's abandoned
I killed my OG, guess that make me an OG, ayy
He talkin' killas don't know me, pop his ass 'cause he owed me, ayy
Wipe that boy nose it's not snot, it's a nosebleed
My lil' shootas they lowkey, them lil' **** they police
I just might take out my OG
Chasin' a dream, at the same time I was clutchin' them things
Slam on his ass, flee the scene
Big homie too so I try my best not to mislead
My folks dependin' on me
Lil' brother asked why they sleepin' on me
Got that heat when I sleep, I'm low down when I creep
Why would I go for the bitch?
She ain't benefit me, 'cause you fuck all them ho's you ain't P
H is for Hoover, and C is for Criminal
It don't stand for Crip when I throw up that C
G is for gang, we screamin' "Groove Gang"
We gone bang on his ass if he disrespect G
Blick on his ass if he disrespect me
Up that stick on his ass, "Bitch get down on yo' knees"
These **** cappin' like they really street
I'ma take it to trial I ain't coppin' no plea
Cash out, jumpin'
Don't know about you, I'ma get me some money
I'm the shit like I'm runnin'
My stomach be rumblin' for money, got munchies
Ain't no smoking no mild we got onions fasho'
I'ma blast on a **** no Sonic
Ain't no smoking no mild we got onions fasho'
I'ma blast on a **** no Sonic
I killed my OG, guess that make me an OG, ayy
He talkin' killas don't know me, pop his ass 'cause he owed me, ayy
Wipe that boy nose it's not snot, it's a nosebleed
My lil' shootas they lowkey, them lil' **** they police
I just might take out my OG
Chasin' a dream, at the same time I was clutchin' them things
Slam on his ass, flee the scene
Big homie too so I try my best not to mislead
My folks dependin' on me
Lil' brother asked why they sleepin' on me
Got that heat when I sleep, I'm low down when I creep
Why would I go for the bitch?
She ain't benefit me, 'cause you fuck all them ho's you ain't P
H is for Hoover, and C is for Criminal
It don't stand for Crip when I throw up that C
G is for gang, we screamin' "Groove Gang"
We gone bang on his ass if he disrespect G
Blick on his ass if he disrespect me
Up that stick on his ass, "Bitch get down on yo' knees"
These **** cappin' like they really street
I'ma take it to trial I ain't coppin' no plea
I ain't coppin' no plea(Ayy, Ayy)
I ain't squashin' no beef (Ayy, Ayy)
I ain't squashin' no beef (Squashin' no beef)
(T The Cartel)
(Aye Honcho turn this mo-)
Written by: Quenten Cortez Taylor